•cuckold
•bondage (sexual)
•public humiliation
Really, in MY mind, it's all about Kink...and pleasure. Labels, just labels....as a Domme, I give people the freedom to be who they are. No judgement. A...sexual counselor, if you will....HA HA HA........
So I graduated from Mistress Katrina's House of Pain and Pleasure with Honors. (Well, being a Witch doesn't hurt lol). I left her lovely house in the suburbs with my degree and suitcase of toys in hand. "Come back for a cup of tea sometime!", she called, smiling. I waved back, recalling the hours of serving her every need. For, you see, to be a Domina, you have to understand what it is to be a Sub first....to serve...to submit..I was never much for humiliation but Mistress taught me in such a loving way, I was entranced and in love with her by the end of our sessions. I would suck her toes for hours and spend days worshipping her dainty cunt. Ahhhh, the times we shared. I will always have her taste on my tongue and the feel of her heel in my ass LOL.
My first client was an older man named Samuel who was a closeted cross-dresser. We ALL have male and female tendencies...for instance, I smoke cigars. I wear men's cologne and underwear sometimes. But unfortunately, in our society, so much is still taboo. Samuel came to me desperate to express his female side. I sat with him, talked to him in soothing tones and let him unburden himself. He grew comfortable and I took him shopping and we bought so many pretty things. Lacy bras, stockings, silky thongs, makeup, perfume. He loved it all.
I led him to my pink and pretty bedroom and had him try on his girly clothes. I exclaimed how pretty he looked, how nice he smelled, what an amazing and sexy woman he was. I watched his cock grow harder with each compliment. "Ooohh," I cooed, "You are sooo sexy, look, Darling..look at you...see how exciting this is? Can I touch you?" He demurred because he didn't want to cheat on his wife, but he was salivating at the thought.
I said, "I'm just going to get a glass of wine, Doll". I walked into my spare room and changed into my leather and lace bodysuit. It is a Corset that laces up and binds my breasts. Now, keep in mind, I have natural 42DD tits...So by the time I was done lacing those puppies up, they were cascading like milky-white waterfalls of flesh. I had a tiny red velvet panty that went with it and garters. My legs were encased in lace stockings. High-heeled leather boots. My flowing blonde hair was almost to my waist and I dipped my finger in my vagina which was juicing at the thought of getting him off.
I smeared my juices onto my neck and cleavage, saving some to taunt him with. I grabbed my lightest whip. Walked back into the room and caught him with his hand in his panties, touching himself. "What are you doing??" I yelled, scaring the poor man to death.
"I...I...I....I'm SORRY, Mistress!!!" he stammered, blushing and trying to hide his burgeoning erection. Then his eyes took in my erotic outfit and his 4 inchpenis shot shot up through the opening in his silky hot pink panties. Now, I LOVE cock...I do prefer a bit on the larger size but I LOVE the sight of an erect and quivering man-pole. I felt myself getting wet and I lightly caressed my gorgeous tits as my eyes bore into his.
THWAP! went my whip on his ass. He stood stock-still, awaiting to see what I would do next. I circled him, looking at all the clothes, the makeup, the painted nails. He trembled a bit, but in excitement. His cock dripped a bit of pre-cum as he followed me with his determined eyes. I trailed the whip all along his chest and legs.
"Take those pretty clothes off," I demanded. Looking at the floor, he began to disrobe. He was shaking as the silk top and skirt came off. "Leave the panties," I said, in a much gentler tone. He obeyed and stood waiting, a pup tent in his pants. I tilted his head up and smeared my pussy juices across his dry lips and under his nose. He inhaled in gratitude and bliss and moaned softly.
I stood in front of him, gently stroking his thighs with the very tip of the whip. Every once In a while I would tap very quickly, but just to the point where it felt like a tiny pinch. He was breathing heavily and becoming very turned on. I then let the whip touch his balls, which were bulging out of the silky material. Gently-gently-gently I rubbed his balls with the whip. He threw his head back and begged in a guttural voice "Please, Mistress" I ignored him and took my time getting to his shaft.
He clenched his eyes shut and his legs trembled. When I saw the signs that he was getting close, I began to stroke the outside of his panties that had a big wet spot in the front. I could feel how badly he wanted me to jerk him off but he knew better than to disobey me. All he could do was wait as I cupped his balls through the fabric, outlined his cock that was desperate to come out and play LOL.
"PLEASE, MISTRESS!" he whined, agony in his voice. I nodded and he eagerly pulled out his throbbing meat that was almost purple in it's need to cum. He began to stroke it and rub it, gasping in relief. I cooed and ooohed and awed at how beautiful it was and told him to make himself cum in his panties. As he was frantically pulling and rubbing himself into a frenzy, I released my gigantic breasts from their leather prison. I fondled them and started pinching my pancake nipples telling him how much I loved the sight of him in his silky drawers. He couldn't hold back any further and with a final stroke, ejaculated into the pink material. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered in reverence. I nodded and stepped out to let him get dressed.
He left me a $100 tip! ROCK OUT WITH YO COCK OUT!!!
~sexynursechef~Love and Light ;-)
